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Boskone, the short form
Monday, February 19th, 2007 05:07 pmThere was a convention. It was fun.
The new hotel needs some work ([whine] I miss Prudential Center! [endwhine]). For instance, they did not immediately take into account that a hotel in the middle of a Metropolitan Wasteland, with construction to the right of it, construction to the left of it, and Boston Harbor afore it, might possibly need to feed a Goodly Number of Convention Attendees. To their credit, once realizing what they were faced with, they Took Steps, and I didn't hear that anybody starved. The space itself is quite nice -- open, airy, and easy to navigate
Workwise, my weekend was a coast. I moderated all three of my scheduled panels, and honestly, my co-panelists were so well-informed, charming, witty, and forthcoming they left me nothing to do except, regretfully, call time so that we could clear the room for the next event. The Business of Writing and the Vividness panels, in particular, could have easily gone another 30 minutes without running short of information or panelist enthusiasm.
People kindly came to our literary beer, and also to hear us read from Fledgling, so we felt loved.
The con was a little short of company this year, due in part to nasty weather in places other than Boston, but I saw a bunch of friends, some of whom I didn't get to talk to nearly enough, but that's the nature of cons...
I partied a little on Friday night, stopping by the BWOP open house hosted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
klingonguy, and visited the Philcon party before going down to the artshow reception. After, we stopped by the filking at the invitation of Filk GOHs Lee and Barry Gold, who were kind enough to perform Lee's song, "Agent of Change," for us. That was just...awesome.
Saturday evening, after a build-your-own-pasta dinner taken on the mezzanine overlooking the ultra-busy lobby bar, and some good talk with old friends, I turned into a pumpkin.kinzel made a modest round of the parties, but was back in the room before midnight.
I got my timing tangled on Sunday, unfortunately, and by the time my last panel was done, I was too late to find the guy with the painted fans and the gorgeous magnetic jewelry. Sigh. Maybe next year.
Anyway, we're home now and slowly re-energizing. I did get some writing done at the con, but not as much as I had hoped. Also the nature of cons...
Hope y'all had a good and pleasant weekend, wherever you were.
The new hotel needs some work ([whine] I miss Prudential Center! [endwhine]). For instance, they did not immediately take into account that a hotel in the middle of a Metropolitan Wasteland, with construction to the right of it, construction to the left of it, and Boston Harbor afore it, might possibly need to feed a Goodly Number of Convention Attendees. To their credit, once realizing what they were faced with, they Took Steps, and I didn't hear that anybody starved. The space itself is quite nice -- open, airy, and easy to navigate
Workwise, my weekend was a coast. I moderated all three of my scheduled panels, and honestly, my co-panelists were so well-informed, charming, witty, and forthcoming they left me nothing to do except, regretfully, call time so that we could clear the room for the next event. The Business of Writing and the Vividness panels, in particular, could have easily gone another 30 minutes without running short of information or panelist enthusiasm.
People kindly came to our literary beer, and also to hear us read from Fledgling, so we felt loved.
The con was a little short of company this year, due in part to nasty weather in places other than Boston, but I saw a bunch of friends, some of whom I didn't get to talk to nearly enough, but that's the nature of cons...
I partied a little on Friday night, stopping by the BWOP open house hosted by
klingonguy, and visited the Philcon party before going down to the artshow reception. After, we stopped by the filking at the invitation of Filk GOHs Lee and Barry Gold, who were kind enough to perform Lee's song, "Agent of Change," for us. That was just...awesome.Saturday evening, after a build-your-own-pasta dinner taken on the mezzanine overlooking the ultra-busy lobby bar, and some good talk with old friends, I turned into a pumpkin.
kinzel made a modest round of the parties, but was back in the room before midnight.I got my timing tangled on Sunday, unfortunately, and by the time my last panel was done, I was too late to find the guy with the painted fans and the gorgeous magnetic jewelry. Sigh. Maybe next year.
Anyway, we're home now and slowly re-energizing. I did get some writing done at the con, but not as much as I had hoped. Also the nature of cons...
Hope y'all had a good and pleasant weekend, wherever you were.
